The Edge (Baptized in Whiskey)

Lyrics

Intro: Ezekiel choke: Wrap you arm around the head, grab the sleeve of your gi, and crush his throat Verse 1: I'm feeling uninspired Nah, fuck that shit I'm feeling under fire I'm 'bout to come alive I'm 'bout to crush the vibe I'm 'bout to take a hundred rappers hostage and Choke out their oxygen Won't leave a single one alive Got my glass-dipped handwraps on You little pussy got your Tampax on Little bitch, got your new designer handbag on I'm fuckin' poison I swig the bottle and leave every drop of Anthrax gone Gone with the wind until the harvest weather I did these rappers so dirty I got a Scarlet Letter I found a studio and crumbled up the opium tar Plugged in the microphone, pressed record, and opened my scars Chorus: Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe Dangling my feet, you wanna jump, well I'mma do it first This is life man, I let that go I put my finger on the trigger and I check that pulse, woah! Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe Dangling my feet, you wanna jump, well I'mma do it first You better get that ghost I never had a brush with death that close 'Cause me and death that close Verse 2: It's been a while since I felt sane I spent a little too much time in hell's flames I flatlined eventually Woke up as a baby demon baptized in whiskey My breath got that Irish car bomb stench I love the pretty little scars on a far gone wench You know I sleep on her spine like a hard long bench And I eat Skittles while we play like I'm Marshawn Lynch Lynch, lynch me with a comet tail Walking through the snow leaving a whiskey-colored vomit trail Locking up my soul and I'm like, "bitch, you know it's not for sale" (Locking up my soul and I'm like, "bitch, you know it's not for sale") A lot of bitter fans try to say I'm selling out Okay, let's talk about the major labels that don't help me out Let's talk about the number one singles and the ringtones that I've never had Or the royalty checks I don't bring home Listen closely, I'm independent homie Which means that I can either shoot a video or get some groceries You know, some lunch meat or pears at the store You don't respect that? Then fuck you, I don't care anymore Stop listening Chorus: Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe Dangling my feet, you wanna jump, well I'mma do it first This is life man I let that go I put my finger on the trigger and I check that pulse, woah! Now I'm sitting on the edge of the universe Dangling my feet, you wanna jump, well I'mma do it first You better get that ghost I never had a brush with death that close 'Cause me and death that close Outro: Ezekiel choke: Snugly wrap your arm around your opponent's neck. Grab the sleeve of your own gi. Do not stick your fingers inside it, however, because that is illegal Now, pull the sleeve of your own gi, causing the outer ridge of your hand to wedge against your opponent's carotid artery Posture up, pull down, and push your hand, sandwiching his neck Train hard, shut the fuck up, and hit Ezekiel chokes